Aran clenched her hand into a fist before she balled up a pair of now-ruined trousers, tossing them down a disposal chute and waiting for the soft puff of heat as the incinerator kicked in. She'd healed blaster fire wounds before but as far as her memory could recall this had to be one of the few times she'd taken a direct hit instead of a score or graze.
Terallo. Markus Terallo. With a grunt, jaw locked as she stood she slowly exhaled then walked, absently pulling and knitting with Force as she slowly worked the twice-shot injury more carefully. He'd wanted to deal with Kelvus and for a moment she let herself enjoy the recollection of the man hitting the wall when he got his wish. Of course what he'd been trying to tempt Kelvus with wasn't something the entity needed, but how was he to know that? Or how was anyone supposed to know that - since she'd locked the half-written report to her terminal and never finished sending it off.
Which she really, really needed to.
Which meant she had the option of handing the report over to Ranai - certainly not Craiken! - or... Scrubbing her forehead with a hand, Aran continued to slowly walk while she thought. She could also avoid Ranai - and her possible reaction - by handing it to Toreel, given that he'd been there when they'd discussed the contract.
He'd had the same idea for how to handle and deal with Kelvus, anyways. And even though she'd heard that Kalixys - or Sarai as she was apt to be called now - had made an offer to help deal with Kelvus she didn't know if either of them were goingto be able to get along long enough to start to investigate a possible solution. Let alone implement it. And- Aran lifted up a hand - she'd suggested alchemy. Her taunting and brushes with some of the less polite uses of the Force (especially recently) aside, she'd left those studies for a reason and didn't know if she'd be able to pick them back up.
A twinge in her leg made the woman slow up, recreationally swearing softly in a few odd dialects before she leaned against the wall. The more she learned about Mychae the less she liked her current freelancing job - maybe that was why she'd taken the comm from Kothel and his assignment without even really trying to barter a price. The almost desperate note in his voice might also have had something to do with it, she freely admitted. Vi-ka wasn't someone she knew yet, and no matter her personal feelings and fears she acknowledged that the Shadows tended to track only real threats. She'd give Kothel's task the same attention to detail she was currently giving Breker's. She pulled out her datapad, the screen dented and the frame busted nine ways to hell after her short weekend adventure, thumb running around the metal before she flicked the display live and settled into a seat. Her information was starting to come back on Breker and she was worrying more than a little at who was asking questions about Mychae.
Her hand absently touched the saber hanging from her belt and she hooked a finger in the three empty clips she still kept on it. She kept putting Toreel's offer aside but now she was caught in the flux - she needed access to Republic space more freely to try and get as much research on healing techniques. She needed to be able to help people without worrying that some brilliant tech would put her fairly shoddy forged idents together and she'd find the few trips she did risk into Republic space ending with another trip to Belsavis. And she'd like to have one less thing someone could try to hang over her given how easy it was right now. She moved off the chair taking a slow walk again before she ended up perched atop the back of the rather shoddy sofa, lips moving for a moment as she tossed out ideas and dismissed them as quickly. She wanted to be able to meet Vy and ask her for what had happened to Kanth. She wanted to be able to speak with Jallira and Xynea and Torlem without risking their safety for planets she could be on readily.
"Great. I guess I'd better start packing my bags," she muttered. If she didn't start this now she knew she'd start putting it off again. It was just a trip to Tython. It certainly beat even contemplating taking Eron up on his offer of help in exchange for breaking apart the shroud she'd wrapped Sanguine's affairs up in - if the Jedi wanted to know what Sanguine did he could follow their contracts and guess, like anyone else.
"All right, so... what to handle before taking some vacation time," she drummed fingers against a thigh and started to line up the mental to-do list she needed to knock out before she could, in conscience, go for her saber. She frowned and shook her head, letting out a soft oath. Not her saber, and that was.. a distinction that she rather fiercely needed to keep in mind. She rubbed the back of her neck with a frown, a moment of focus before she shook out her hand and felt her head still clear, and uneasily shifted her seat. Just as if she were tackling a problem she started to work through the list again. She needed to find that Sith who Torlem had mentioned, ensure she had an eye on Tichorius- she started down the list of what she needed and kept moving about the room almost uneasily while she thought. She'd debated a binge of something hard and stiff, almost starting to reach into her jacket for a flask, before she'd stopped, lips thinning, and simply moving again.
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